don't ask about my future
the fear clenches my heart
yes here lies the dread chronicles
a fear worthy of emphatic art

the unknown looms ahead
closer than ever before 
I can see it through the misty dark
like an unlocked, open door

but I don't want to pass through
I'd turn and flee if could
back to the light and laughter
of my dead and drifting childhood

oh- the burn of my eyes is grounding
tears tare like rivers down my cheeks
blurring what I already believe
will be difficult and bleak

I'm terrified I won't make it
past whatever lies beyond
that I'll only take a step or two
then disappear, swallowed, gone.

still nothing stops passing time
the planet won't cease orbit for me
I find my fear is insignificant
in the cosmic, grand scheme of things

do universal thoughts help?
do they force perspective upon my limbs?
or does how small I really am
make my bones ache and clip my wings?

i beg upon knees now
to any being living, dead, or more
to take my hand and guide me
through that dark, future shrouded door